Spamano - Untitled 6/?
anonymous
July 25 2010, 01:49:03 UTC
Well, this authoranon is back, and she wants to say how terribly terribly sorry she is. >_< I had no ides that my life would be completely eaten up by summer college courses and work. And, well, honestly I feel like this story is made of so much fail -_-;;; I was going to try and finish it before posting, but I figured I may as well give you the small continuance I have written to prove that I haven't just abandoned it. So, here's the next small bit, and I'm sorry if it's completely lame... Hopefully this time I won't mess up so much at posting it XD
Spain wasn’t quite sure what to think. Had Romano been thinking about his brother this entire time? That was a little… disappointing. He had rather hoped that his henchman wouldn’t be able to focus on anything but Spain and all of the amazing feelings he’d give him.
The room was very quiet, and then all of a sudden Romano turned around… and began to leave.
Spain’s mouth dropped open. What the hell did he think he was doing?!
“H-hey! Where are you going?!” Spain cried after him.
Romano didn’t even break his stride as he shouted back, “This was a stupid idea! I should have never agreed to have- to do this with you! I shouldn’t have even agreed to be your boyf- your stupid partner! Just leave me alone! I FUCKING HATE YOU!” On the last word Romano broke into a run.
Well, there was really only one thing for that.
Spain tore after him. And damn, it was uncomfortable to run half-hard. Spain had a strange admiration for Romano’s mastery of running away from any situation he so pleased.
Romano was running as fast as he could, and he was grateful he had the layout of Spain’s house memorized because everything was very blurry at the moment. He wasn’t… crying. His eyes just had the tendency to water sometimes. A lot of the time. Mostly when Spain wasn’t around or when he was being an idiot.
Never mind, he never had watery eyes over Spain.
Then suddenly he felt the wind knocked out of him and his entire world turned upside down for one disconcerting moment. And the next thing he knew, he was face to face with the last person he wanted to see.
“Romano,” Spain began, his chest heaving. “Listen to me.”
“FUCK YOU!” Romano punched him in the chest. “I don’t want to listen to any damn thing you have to say!” He punched him again in the side. “Just go tell it to fucking Veneziano!”
“Veneziano again?” Spain sounded just the slightest bit irritated, but all Romano could hear was his brother’s name falling from Spain’s lips. He hated it. He hated it more than potatoes or the potato bastards who ate them. He didn’t want Spain to think about Veneziano ever. He didn’t want Spain to think about anyone but him damnit. He punched his boss again in the same spot he punched him the first time, just for good measure.
“That hurts, you know,” Spain said with a pout.
“That’s the fucking point, bastard.”
There was quiet for a moment, and then Spain reached up to gently run a thumb underneath Romano’s left eye. Romano flushed and glared at Spain’s chest. He wasn’t crying, damnit.
“You know,” Spain began thoughtfully. “There’s a reason that I’m here with you and not your brother.”
“Because that potato bastard would have kicked your ass,” Romano replied.
“Ah, Roma,” Spain purred. His hand slid up and tangled in his henchman’s hair, brushing against that one curl that caused Romano’s breath to hitch. “I think you know that when I want something, I get it. No exceptions.” Fuck, why did no one ever see this side of Spain but Romano?!
“S-so,” Romano stuttered, trying to ignore the little jolts of pleasure as Spain began to slowly wrap the curl around his finger. “So why i-is-“ He gasped as Spain gave the curl a sharp yank. “Ch-chi- Why is it that I-I’m here and n-not Vene-“ He shuddered as Spain slowly slipped his finger out of the curl of hair.
“Because I don’t want Veneziano,” Spain said. “I want you.”
Spamano - Untitled 7/?
anonymous
July 25 2010, 01:50:42 UTC
Romano got his breathing under control from the attention to his curl and resumed glaring at Spain’s chest. He wanted Romano? Yeah right. What the hell had Romano ever done to earn Spain’s love? Deliberately disobey his orders? Call him names and try to inflict as much bodily harm on his person as possible? It wasn’t like Romano wanted Spain to love him or anything, but if he did, well, he had kind of fucked up his chances. And now his heart was swelling because of a lie, and fuck if he didn’t wish he had some way to know for sure whether he was really the one Spain wanted or not.
Romano’s voice was barely a whisper, “Prove it.”
For a moment nothing happened, and Romano closed his eyes tightly, unable to believe he had just placed himself in the perfect position to have his heart trampled on. And then for the second time that day, he found himself without solid ground beneath his feet.
“What the hell?!” Romano burst out on instinct, and when he realized that he was being held bridal-style in Spain’s arms his face turned bright red and he struggled to get down. “Let go of me, you bastard! I’m not a fucking girl!”
Spain held fast, and when Romano finally began to realize he wasn’t about to have his demands fulfilled, he stopped struggling, crossed his arms, and scowled. Spain smiled and began to speak as he made his way back to the room, acting as if carrying Romano to the room was as easy as carrying a fresh pile of sheets.
“I love you, Roma,” He murmured. “More than anything in the world. What will it take to make you see that?”
Romano swallowed hard. What indeed. Romano couldn’t think of a single thing Spain could say that would permanently erase the constant doubts plaguing his mind. Tell me that I’m good enough for you. Tell me that you love me more than Veneziano. Tell me that your life would be incomplete without me. Give me some kind of indication that I mean as much to you as you mean to-
They came to a stop in front of the bedroom door, staring at the dark wood for a moment before Spain suddenly kicked it open with a bang.
“Watch it, bastard!” Romano cried as he slipped slightly from Spain’s grip.
“I’ve become inspired!” Spain announced joyfully, taking long strides towards the bed before depositing Romano haphazardly onto the mattress. Romano struggled to untangle himself from the covers before sitting up and glaring at his idiot boss. “I’ve decided,” Spain continued. “That instead of trying to explain with words how I feel, I’m going to both tell you and show you!”
Romano blinked and then suddenly the earlier activities that had been interrupted came back to him in a dizzying rush.
I almost forgot!
anonymous
July 25 2010, 01:58:31 UTC
I completely forgot to say thank you to everyone who left a comment for this fic! <3 Every one made me smile, and I hope that I don't disappoint too badly with the parts to come.
Re: Spamano - Untitled 7/?
anonymous
July 25 2010, 03:44:44 UTC
Oh Spain, sometimes your way with words is so lacking. Maybe showing him how you feel will actually work out better for you. ... Okay, showing him your passion definitely a good idea, yeah. XD
Re: Spamano - Untitled 7/?
anonymous
July 25 2010, 04:37:47 UTC
I don't care if you think this is fail, cause I think it's wonderful. There's plenty of fail on this meme and this totally doesn't qualify. For one, it's well written. For two, your characterization is brilliant. For three, ass-kneading goddamn my kinks. So, carry on! We love you :D
Re: Spamano - Untitled 7/?
anonymous
July 25 2010, 18:13:08 UTC
MOAR MOAR MOAR ??? PLEASE?? HOLY SHIT this is the absolute hottest thing I've read in a long, long time. The give-take of this pairing is absolutely bloody brilliant and... HOLY SHIT ANON PLEASE I NEED THIS LIKE A BURNING
Spamano - Untitled 8/?
anonymous
July 30 2010, 06:01:38 UTC
So here are the next couple parts... Sorry I'm so slow -_-;; This... this has a ridiculous amount of fluff in it. You must understand--my soul demands it. So please bear with it ^_^; Thank you to everyone who has left comments. You make me so happy!!! You have no idea XD hahaha why is there no sex and crying yet??? T_T
Noticing his henchman’s expression, Spain gave a sheepish grin. “Um,” he began. “You see, I really do want you to see how much I love you, but I also really really really want to get you naked. Ouch!”
Spain rubbed his arm where a furious and flushed Romano had punched him.
“Pervert!” Romano accused, despite the increased beating of his heart in response to Spain’s blunt honesty.
“Hey, remember now, you said it was ok,” Spain replied, reaching up to work the first shirt button out of its hole.
Romano slapped his hand away. “Yeah, well, that was before you made it obvious you were thinking about Veneziano!”
“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!” Spain gave a dramatic cry and threw his hands up into the air. “I wasn’t thinking about Veneziano!” Then suddenly he threw himself over Romano, crushing him underneath his weight. Romano choked and struggled to shove the stupid idiot off of him, but Spain refused to budge, wrapping his arms around him and beginning to shower kisses over cheeks both red with embarrassment and blue with lack of air. “I’m not in love with Veneziano!” Spain said firmly. He punctuated each of his words with a kiss. “I. Love. You! You. You. You. “
“Get off!”
“Romano Vargas. HE is the one I love!”
“OFF!”
“I love you sooo much!” Spain cried happily, and he began to roll back and forth, Romano trapped along for the ride. Romano pushed and fought for release, but Spain was fucking strong. And to make matters worse, Spain was wearing the most ridiculous, giddy grin.
He was so ridiculous. Spain was so fucking ridiculous.
And Romano, in spite of himself, felt a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He was not supposed to be a smiler, damnit.
Spain finally rolled over top of him again and propped himself up on his arms.
“Do you know how much I love you?” Spain asked, his huge grin growing even wider.
“No,” Romano replied, fighting down his own traitorous smile. “Idiot,” he added belatedly.
Spain threw out his arms. “This much!” he burst out, and suddenly his hands flew down to attack Romano’s sides.
There was something about Romano that only two people in all of existence knew-his brother and Spain. It was a secret he guarded with his life because if anyone found out, his reputation as a tough, angry Italian would forever be ruined. Romano was ticklish.
He gave a shriek of laughter and tried to roll away, but Spain was straddling him and keeping him firmly in place between his thighs. He was merciless in his attack, his fingers flying everywhere over Romano’s body, from his sides to his stomach to underneath his arms. Romano squirmed and tried as hard as he could to keep from laughing, but he was failing miserably, giving loud outbursts of laughter between taking in huge gasps of air.
Spamano - Untitled 9/?
anonymous
July 30 2010, 06:04:18 UTC
Spain was getting a little breathless himself. Getting Romano to laugh was addicting, not only because it was such a rarity, but because when Romano was laughing-even just smiling--it was so fucking cute. Romano was cuter than any other person Spain had ever met. Even when he was angry and pouting, Spain found him adorable. But here, now, Spain felt like he was just going to combust from the sheer amount of cute Romano was radiating. Laughing, flushed, squirming, writhing…
Spain swallowed hard, and finally pulled his hands away, telling himself it wouldn’t do to cause Romano to have any sort of accident (though Romano was very adamant in his denial that anything of the sort ever happened).
Romano’s chest was heaving, and he tried to regain control over his breathing. Once he finally came to his senses, he punched Spain weakly and promptly buried his face into Spain’s chest until he could fight the grin off his face.
“I hate you,” Romano’s voice came out muffled.
“Er, you might,” Spain replied weakly. He wasn’t quite sure how Romano was going to react to Spain becoming a little… hot and bothered by tickling him.
Romano pulled back and looked up at Spain in confusion, shifting to fit more comfortably in the other’s lap. He froze as he felt something hard press against him.
“A-are you-“
“Um. Yes.”
Instead of the outburst Spain had been expecting, Romano simply looked at him, cheeks pink and expression somewhat nervous. He leaned forward a bit and then seemed to change his mind, casting his eyes to the side as he bit the inside of his cheek.
Spain smiled softly. “You can kiss me, you know,” he murmured, lifting a hand to rest against the back of Romano’s head. Spain decided to take the initiative, though, and leaned forward, fitting their lips together.
Romano responded after a moment, and they moved together softly and slowly. Spain always felt like his heart would burst when he was kissing Romano. He really did love him terribly, and he remembered as they kissed that he was supposed to let Romano know just how much.
He pulled back and smiled at Romano. “Do you know one thing I love about you?” The other blinked, dazed for a second, and then frowned, raising an eyebrow in inquiry.
Spain leaned in to peck him lightly on the lips. “No matter how much I kiss you, it never grows old. And you’re the only one that can make my heart feel this way through just a kiss.”
Romano looked at him doubtfully and opened his mouth to argue, but Spain cut him off with another kiss. Then another. And another.
This. This was pure bliss. Ever since he had first been given Romano, life had been an adventure for Spain. Easy? No. But Spain had never been happier, and having Romano right here, like this…
Spain pulled back again to show Romano his heart in his smile. Romano gazed back, his expression difficult to read.
“I’m so happy,” Spain confided. He reached up to touch the side of Romano’s face lightly. “Are you happy, Roma?”
Romano’s face suddenly turned bright red as he sputtered, “W-what the hell kind of question is that?!”
“I was just wondering if you’re as happy as I am. It can be difficult to tell sometimes.”
Romano cringed and looked away, not knowing how to respond to such a question. Was he happy? Fuck yeah, happier than he’d ever been in his life. But there was no way in hell he was telling Spain that.
reCAPTCHA: The walkers (not if Spain has any say in it muahaha
Re: Spamano - Untitled 9/?
anonymous
July 30 2010, 07:40:39 UTC
God, I love this fill; tsundere fluff is so strangely entertaining, yet comforting at the same time. And "my soul demands it" is the best excuse for fluff ever, anon. <3 I may have to start using that excuse myself. I mean, I'd be saying that my soul demands smut, but ... *shifty eyes*
... You know, normally Spamano fic makes me think "Oh goddammit, Spain" quite often, but this last bit? Romano cringed and looked away, not knowing how to respond to such a question. Was he happy? Fuck yeah, happier than he’d ever been in his life. But there was no way in hell he was telling Spain that. That last bit actually made me go "gdi, Romano" for once. ... My tolerance for tsundere characters is so high that normally neither he nor England can even phase me. LOL, Hetalia.
Spamano - Untitled 10/?
anonymous
August 5 2010, 04:29:50 UTC
Aaaahhh! We're finally getting to the sexy times~ But I'm kind of stopping in a random place *fail* -_- Oh well, I hope it's ok anyways. Onwards we go...
Spain’s hand slid downward to capture Romano’s chin and turn his face back towards Spain’s own. The smile from before was still present, but it lacked the brightness it had a moment ago. In fact, Spain was wearing an expression rather similar to the type Romano wore constantly.
It was… unsure. Unconfident. It was the type of expression someone wore when they were waiting to be let down.
“Are you happy?” Spain asked again. His voice was a little more strained, and Romano wished he didn’t have such a fucking hard time being honest.
“W-well,” he stuttered in response. “I… I’m…” Romano could feel his face heating up as he stumbled over his words. How did these things come so easily to Spain? “I’m not… um. I’m.” He wrung his hands nervously as he looked anywhere but at the man in front of him. “I, I guess, well, I’m… er.” He took a deep breath, but the wrong words rushed out on the exhale. “No, not really.”
There was a harsh silence for a moment, and then Spain sighed. And Romano clenched his fists so tightly, his palms would probably start bleeding any moment, and this was not what he wanted. Lying was so easy; it was Romano’s favorite way to deal with questions he felt uncomfortable answering. But… but the temporary relief was almost always replaced by some heartache later on.
“S-Spain?” Again, the words were out before Romano could stop them.
“Yes?”
“Um. Yeah, that.”
There was a pause, and then suddenly Spain’s brows knit together into confusion. “That?” He repeated.
“Yeah,” Romano stared at his shaking hands. “What you said.”
“I-what did I say?”
Romano’s face turned pink again. “You-you asked… and then… my answer… um. I-it was what you just said.”
Spain was completely lost. “I don’t get it.”
“Damn it!” Romano smacked him hard in frustration. “You asked if I was ha-happy, and my answer was what you said!”
“I don’t know what I said!”
“Well if you’re too stupid to remember, then that’s just too bad!”
“I’m truly lost here, Roma…”
“Oh well!”
“So you’re not going to tell me what I said?”
“No!”
“Not at all?”
“No!”
“Am I really stupid?”
“Yes!”
“Are you happy?”
“Yes!”
Spain grinned as Romano’s eyes widened in shock and he smacked his hands over his mouth. His stubbornness was truly a pain sometimes, and his constant lies were frustrating, but Spain knew that it was something the two of them would just have to work on. It would take time for Romano to completely open up. In the meantime, these sudden, unplanned outbursts of honesty would have to be satisfactory. Besides, Romano tried, and even if he thought that Spain didn’t notice (because honestly, Spain tended to miss quite a few things), he did. He noticed every botched attempt Romano made at admitting his true feelings, and he could even look back hundreds of years and realize Romano did the same thing as a child.
Fuck, he loved Romano.
Spain sent Romano what he hoped was a somewhat sexy smolder, and murmured, “Come here.”
Romano glared-whether more at Spain or himself, Spain couldn’t tell-but nonetheless, he leaned in, and Spain met him halfway to steal a kiss.
He ran his hands up Romano’s arms and dragged them across his chest until he reached the buttons of his shirt, and he fiddled with one before asking, “May I?”
After a moment, Romano nodded, and Spain smiled and slipped the small glass button out of its hole.
Romano’s heart was pounding again. Then this… this was truly it. He felt Spain’s hands move further downward to work the second button out of its hole, then one by one, each button was undone to reveal more and more of the smooth, tan skin that lay underneath. Spain continued to kiss Romano the entire time with light brushes of lips that left Romano wanting more.
Spain wasn’t quite sure what to think. Had Romano been thinking about his brother this entire time? That was a little… disappointing. He had rather hoped that his henchman wouldn’t be able to focus on anything but Spain and all of the amazing feelings he’d give him.
The room was very quiet, and then all of a sudden Romano turned around… and began to leave.
Spain’s mouth dropped open. What the hell did he think he was doing?!
“H-hey! Where are you going?!” Spain cried after him.
Romano didn’t even break his stride as he shouted back, “This was a stupid idea! I should have never agreed to have- to do this with you! I shouldn’t have even agreed to be your boyf- your stupid partner! Just leave me alone! I FUCKING HATE YOU!” On the last word Romano broke into a run.
Well, there was really only one thing for that.
Spain tore after him. And damn, it was uncomfortable to run half-hard. Spain had a strange admiration for Romano’s mastery of running away from any situation he so pleased.
Romano was running as fast as he could, and he was grateful he had the layout of Spain’s house memorized because everything was very blurry at the moment. He wasn’t… crying. His eyes just had the tendency to water sometimes. A lot of the time. Mostly when Spain wasn’t around or when he was being an idiot.
Never mind, he never had watery eyes over Spain.
Then suddenly he felt the wind knocked out of him and his entire world turned upside down for one disconcerting moment. And the next thing he knew, he was face to face with the last person he wanted to see.
“Romano,” Spain began, his chest heaving. “Listen to me.”
“FUCK YOU!” Romano punched him in the chest. “I don’t want to listen to any damn thing you have to say!” He punched him again in the side. “Just go tell it to fucking Veneziano!”
“Veneziano again?” Spain sounded just the slightest bit irritated, but all Romano could hear was his brother’s name falling from Spain’s lips. He hated it. He hated it more than potatoes or the potato bastards who ate them. He didn’t want Spain to think about Veneziano ever. He didn’t want Spain to think about anyone but him damnit. He punched his boss again in the same spot he punched him the first time, just for good measure.
“That hurts, you know,” Spain said with a pout.
“That’s the fucking point, bastard.”
There was quiet for a moment, and then Spain reached up to gently run a thumb underneath Romano’s left eye. Romano flushed and glared at Spain’s chest. He wasn’t crying, damnit.
“You know,” Spain began thoughtfully. “There’s a reason that I’m here with you and not your brother.”
“Because that potato bastard would have kicked your ass,” Romano replied.
“Ah, Roma,” Spain purred. His hand slid up and tangled in his henchman’s hair, brushing against that one curl that caused Romano’s breath to hitch. “I think you know that when I want something, I get it. No exceptions.” Fuck, why did no one ever see this side of Spain but Romano?!
“S-so,” Romano stuttered, trying to ignore the little jolts of pleasure as Spain began to slowly wrap the curl around his finger. “So why i-is-“ He gasped as Spain gave the curl a sharp yank. “Ch-chi- Why is it that I-I’m here and n-not Vene-“ He shuddered as Spain slowly slipped his finger out of the curl of hair.
“Because I don’t want Veneziano,” Spain said. “I want you.”
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Romano’s voice was barely a whisper, “Prove it.”
For a moment nothing happened, and Romano closed his eyes tightly, unable to believe he had just placed himself in the perfect position to have his heart trampled on. And then for the second time that day, he found himself without solid ground beneath his feet.
“What the hell?!” Romano burst out on instinct, and when he realized that he was being held bridal-style in Spain’s arms his face turned bright red and he struggled to get down. “Let go of me, you bastard! I’m not a fucking girl!”
Spain held fast, and when Romano finally began to realize he wasn’t about to have his demands fulfilled, he stopped struggling, crossed his arms, and scowled. Spain smiled and began to speak as he made his way back to the room, acting as if carrying Romano to the room was as easy as carrying a fresh pile of sheets.
“I love you, Roma,” He murmured. “More than anything in the world. What will it take to make you see that?”
Romano swallowed hard. What indeed. Romano couldn’t think of a single thing Spain could say that would permanently erase the constant doubts plaguing his mind. Tell me that I’m good enough for you. Tell me that you love me more than Veneziano. Tell me that your life would be incomplete without me. Give me some kind of indication that I mean as much to you as you mean to-
They came to a stop in front of the bedroom door, staring at the dark wood for a moment before Spain suddenly kicked it open with a bang.
“Watch it, bastard!” Romano cried as he slipped slightly from Spain’s grip.
“I’ve become inspired!” Spain announced joyfully, taking long strides towards the bed before depositing Romano haphazardly onto the mattress. Romano struggled to untangle himself from the covers before sitting up and glaring at his idiot boss. “I’ve decided,” Spain continued. “That instead of trying to explain with words how I feel, I’m going to both tell you and show you!”
Romano blinked and then suddenly the earlier activities that had been interrupted came back to him in a dizzying rush.
Sex.
Fuck.
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... Captcha: "fierce about" XD
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It was just as wonderful as the earlier parts. I love your characterization and writing <3
I'm so happy you decided to fill my request!
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There's no fail here at all, anon ♥
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Noticing his henchman’s expression, Spain gave a sheepish grin. “Um,” he began. “You see, I really do want you to see how much I love you, but I also really really really want to get you naked. Ouch!”
Spain rubbed his arm where a furious and flushed Romano had punched him.
“Pervert!” Romano accused, despite the increased beating of his heart in response to Spain’s blunt honesty.
“Hey, remember now, you said it was ok,” Spain replied, reaching up to work the first shirt button out of its hole.
Romano slapped his hand away. “Yeah, well, that was before you made it obvious you were thinking about Veneziano!”
“AAAAUUUUGGGGHHH!” Spain gave a dramatic cry and threw his hands up into the air. “I wasn’t thinking about Veneziano!” Then suddenly he threw himself over Romano, crushing him underneath his weight. Romano choked and struggled to shove the stupid idiot off of him, but Spain refused to budge, wrapping his arms around him and beginning to shower kisses over cheeks both red with embarrassment and blue with lack of air. “I’m not in love with Veneziano!” Spain said firmly. He punctuated each of his words with a kiss. “I. Love. You! You. You. You. “
“Get off!”
“Romano Vargas. HE is the one I love!”
“OFF!”
“I love you sooo much!” Spain cried happily, and he began to roll back and forth, Romano trapped along for the ride. Romano pushed and fought for release, but Spain was fucking strong. And to make matters worse, Spain was wearing the most ridiculous, giddy grin.
He was so ridiculous. Spain was so fucking ridiculous.
And Romano, in spite of himself, felt a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He was not supposed to be a smiler, damnit.
Spain finally rolled over top of him again and propped himself up on his arms.
“Do you know how much I love you?” Spain asked, his huge grin growing even wider.
“No,” Romano replied, fighting down his own traitorous smile. “Idiot,” he added belatedly.
Spain threw out his arms. “This much!” he burst out, and suddenly his hands flew down to attack Romano’s sides.
There was something about Romano that only two people in all of existence knew-his brother and Spain. It was a secret he guarded with his life because if anyone found out, his reputation as a tough, angry Italian would forever be ruined.
Romano was ticklish.
He gave a shriek of laughter and tried to roll away, but Spain was straddling him and keeping him firmly in place between his thighs. He was merciless in his attack, his fingers flying everywhere over Romano’s body, from his sides to his stomach to underneath his arms. Romano squirmed and tried as hard as he could to keep from laughing, but he was failing miserably, giving loud outbursts of laughter between taking in huge gasps of air.
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Spain swallowed hard, and finally pulled his hands away, telling himself it wouldn’t do to cause Romano to have any sort of accident (though Romano was very adamant in his denial that anything of the sort ever happened).
Romano’s chest was heaving, and he tried to regain control over his breathing. Once he finally came to his senses, he punched Spain weakly and promptly buried his face into Spain’s chest until he could fight the grin off his face.
“I hate you,” Romano’s voice came out muffled.
“Er, you might,” Spain replied weakly. He wasn’t quite sure how Romano was going to react to Spain becoming a little… hot and bothered by tickling him.
Romano pulled back and looked up at Spain in confusion, shifting to fit more comfortably in the other’s lap. He froze as he felt something hard press against him.
“A-are you-“
“Um. Yes.”
Instead of the outburst Spain had been expecting, Romano simply looked at him, cheeks pink and expression somewhat nervous. He leaned forward a bit and then seemed to change his mind, casting his eyes to the side as he bit the inside of his cheek.
Spain smiled softly. “You can kiss me, you know,” he murmured, lifting a hand to rest against the back of Romano’s head. Spain decided to take the initiative, though, and leaned forward, fitting their lips together.
Romano responded after a moment, and they moved together softly and slowly. Spain always felt like his heart would burst when he was kissing Romano. He really did love him terribly, and he remembered as they kissed that he was supposed to let Romano know just how much.
He pulled back and smiled at Romano. “Do you know one thing I love about you?”
The other blinked, dazed for a second, and then frowned, raising an eyebrow in inquiry.
Spain leaned in to peck him lightly on the lips. “No matter how much I kiss you, it never grows old. And you’re the only one that can make my heart feel this way through just a kiss.”
Romano looked at him doubtfully and opened his mouth to argue, but Spain cut him off with another kiss. Then another. And another.
This. This was pure bliss. Ever since he had first been given Romano, life had been an adventure for Spain. Easy? No. But Spain had never been happier, and having Romano right here, like this…
Spain pulled back again to show Romano his heart in his smile. Romano gazed back, his expression difficult to read.
“I’m so happy,” Spain confided. He reached up to touch the side of Romano’s face lightly. “Are you happy, Roma?”
Romano’s face suddenly turned bright red as he sputtered, “W-what the hell kind of question is that?!”
“I was just wondering if you’re as happy as I am. It can be difficult to tell sometimes.”
Romano cringed and looked away, not knowing how to respond to such a question. Was he happy? Fuck yeah, happier than he’d ever been in his life. But there was no way in hell he was telling Spain that.
reCAPTCHA: The walkers (not if Spain has any say in it muahaha
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... You know, normally Spamano fic makes me think "Oh goddammit, Spain" quite often, but this last bit? Romano cringed and looked away, not knowing how to respond to such a question. Was he happy? Fuck yeah, happier than he’d ever been in his life. But there was no way in hell he was telling Spain that. That last bit actually made me go "gdi, Romano" for once. ... My tolerance for tsundere characters is so high that normally neither he nor England can even phase me. LOL, Hetalia.
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so cute and fluffy ... i can't stop smiling <3
Anon you're awesome!
You just made my day with your update ^^
Marry me? /shot
ReCaptcha: the swooning - Yes captcha i swoon over this
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Spain’s hand slid downward to capture Romano’s chin and turn his face back towards Spain’s own. The smile from before was still present, but it lacked the brightness it had a moment ago. In fact, Spain was wearing an expression rather similar to the type Romano wore constantly.
It was… unsure. Unconfident. It was the type of expression someone wore when they were waiting to be let down.
“Are you happy?” Spain asked again. His voice was a little more strained, and Romano wished he didn’t have such a fucking hard time being honest.
“W-well,” he stuttered in response. “I… I’m…” Romano could feel his face heating up as he stumbled over his words. How did these things come so easily to Spain? “I’m not… um. I’m.” He wrung his hands nervously as he looked anywhere but at the man in front of him. “I, I guess, well, I’m… er.” He took a deep breath, but the wrong words rushed out on the exhale. “No, not really.”
There was a harsh silence for a moment, and then Spain sighed. And Romano clenched his fists so tightly, his palms would probably start bleeding any moment, and this was not what he wanted. Lying was so easy; it was Romano’s favorite way to deal with questions he felt uncomfortable answering. But… but the temporary relief was almost always replaced by some heartache later on.
“S-Spain?” Again, the words were out before Romano could stop them.
“Yes?”
“Um. Yeah, that.”
There was a pause, and then suddenly Spain’s brows knit together into confusion. “That?” He repeated.
“Yeah,” Romano stared at his shaking hands. “What you said.”
“I-what did I say?”
Romano’s face turned pink again. “You-you asked… and then… my answer… um. I-it was what you just said.”
Spain was completely lost. “I don’t get it.”
“Damn it!” Romano smacked him hard in frustration. “You asked if I was ha-happy, and my answer was what you said!”
“I don’t know what I said!”
“Well if you’re too stupid to remember, then that’s just too bad!”
“I’m truly lost here, Roma…”
“Oh well!”
“So you’re not going to tell me what I said?”
“No!”
“Not at all?”
“No!”
“Am I really stupid?”
“Yes!”
“Are you happy?”
“Yes!”
Spain grinned as Romano’s eyes widened in shock and he smacked his hands over his mouth. His stubbornness was truly a pain sometimes, and his constant lies were frustrating, but Spain knew that it was something the two of them would just have to work on. It would take time for Romano to completely open up. In the meantime, these sudden, unplanned outbursts of honesty would have to be satisfactory. Besides, Romano tried, and even if he thought that Spain didn’t notice (because honestly, Spain tended to miss quite a few things), he did. He noticed every botched attempt Romano made at admitting his true feelings, and he could even look back hundreds of years and realize Romano did the same thing as a child.
Fuck, he loved Romano.
Spain sent Romano what he hoped was a somewhat sexy smolder, and murmured, “Come here.”
Romano glared-whether more at Spain or himself, Spain couldn’t tell-but nonetheless, he leaned in, and Spain met him halfway to steal a kiss.
He ran his hands up Romano’s arms and dragged them across his chest until he reached the buttons of his shirt, and he fiddled with one before asking, “May I?”
After a moment, Romano nodded, and Spain smiled and slipped the small glass button out of its hole.
Romano’s heart was pounding again. Then this… this was truly it. He felt Spain’s hands move further downward to work the second button out of its hole, then one by one, each button was undone to reveal more and more of the smooth, tan skin that lay underneath. Spain continued to kiss Romano the entire time with light brushes of lips that left Romano wanting more.
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